[ Mako tells him, quiet. After a moment, he reaches out and straightens Wu's lapel for him, pulling his collar into place. When that's done, when Wu looks neat and ready, if nervous and still a bit sick, Mako offers him a thin smile and reaches out a hand for Wu again. He isn't sure if he's doing it for himself, or for Wu. ]
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It's his last suit.
But he needs it.
He shrugs a shoulder, buttoning up his jacket. If it gets ruined, it'll be worth it if they get out of this alive. ]
It is silk. You're learning.
[ It's sort of like his usual teasing, but it's a little flatter, tenser.
He stands up straight, and pushes his fingers through his hair, trying to get it into place. ]
Good?
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[ Mako tells him, quiet. After a moment, he reaches out and straightens Wu's lapel for him, pulling his collar into place. When that's done, when Wu looks neat and ready, if nervous and still a bit sick, Mako offers him a thin smile and reaches out a hand for Wu again. He isn't sure if he's doing it for himself, or for Wu. ]
Let's get moving.